Where would you send a Cuban man, from Cuba, who speaks Spanish, and was in the United States and ran afoul of the jackbooted thugs at ICE?
If you are guessing Cuba or another Carribbean, Central or South American country, you would be — well — wrong.
Naturally you would send him to the Central Republic of Africa, where he has zero chance of running into any Americans, because the State Department will not allow them to travel there.
That is the exact moment that repatriation becomes exile; and the conditions aren’t quite like what Napoleon had to endure.
Because, after all, the cruelty is the point.
On the bright side, landmines are mentioned as an added enhancement in the State Department’s brief.
In his latest column for Tropic Press, J.C. Bruce examines the case of Aristides Fernandez Garcia, who was held at the immigration detention center known as “Alligator Alcatraz” before being deported to a country where he knew no one and did not speak the language.
Bruce argues that although the nation needs a workable immigration policy, treating human beings as cargo to be deposited wherever the United States can strike an agreement is neither thoughtful nor humane.
It should not be this difficult to do the right thing — even when other people aren’t looking.
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